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6 A voyce saide, Crie; he saide, What shall I crie? All flesh is grasse, and all the grace thereof is as the floure of the fielde. 7 The grasse withereth, the floure fadeth, because the Spirite of the Lorde bloweth vpon it: surely the people is grasse. 8 The grasse withereth, the floure fadeth: but the worde of our God shall stand for euer. Isaiah 40:6-8, Geneva Bible of 1587. Public domain.
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